For us," she urged.For a brief moment in time, I felt like I had somehow escaped the confines of my own body. Standing there looking down at myself, h...ving grown a third hand, and then letting go. Watching this new hand, this feminine hand suddenly wrapping itself around my cock, stroking it up and down, ever so slowly, ever so sensually. And then on top of all that, the sound of my own daughter's voice urging me to cum.It was like watching it all happen in slow motion. Seeing her hand, turning. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from him but when my mind wanders I start to wonder what will happen next time?, when will the next time be? Have I done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I cum without him or his. Do you like hwo Madonna suck your dick Mike ,your the best he answerd well i hope you fuck me good cause im really hot and it wood be shame to not fuck me good i might not let you inside of my gym ever again you ,she said while he pushed here head in to his dick,dont worry about that he said you will not forget this night and right then the driver called that the were home. Lets get inside she said they got strait to the shower cause she is pretty crazy about germs and that kind of shit ,they. The wire hangers did it for me.. summing-up the sad emptiness of the place.It'd already been used by dozens of whores that night.. the floor was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of moist toilet paper.. wet globs spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drool and the cum of their customers. A vague musky odor of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sallow.